I need to block out the world.
Not always, but sometimes
I need to turn off the silence
And blaze a pounding presence
of membrane drumming under earphones,
Bobbing my head to privacy,
Noising my peripherals with imagery
I can ignore into focus.
Written while listening to this video over and over again playing on a nearby screen. :
Maybe Not, Or
Maybe a poem will come.
It’s been some time,
But maybe words will rhyme out.
Lips, tips to keys
Mouthing mentions memorized
to tapping tiles
toward a screen silently screaming
one way or another.
When i don’t remember you
Years from now, drinking tea on the shore of somewhere.
You’ll be there, in the humble profound impact
Of my finger snaps chasing your name.
I’ve made a brilliant cup of coffee this morning,
but as it touched my lip,
It devoured my taste for coffee
the moment I took a sip.
Louder than Checkmarks
We don’t just vote on election day.
We vote in every way we live our lives
Give our lives to others in sacrifice
Or vice versa.
The chains of a day don’t limit my voice
In a ballot cast, now past.
My choice is freedom now.
Can’t take that away
To lock in a day,
Preserved in results.
Results are unfolding,
Molding our understanding of society
How we want to be as a culture
A giver or a vulture.
I vote everyday,
Choose the way I say hello
To someone I don’t know,
Choose the smile across the counter,
Or choose the retraction of eye contact,
letting the impact keep us apart.
But I want to start fighting the me
That cares more about looking down
Than looking around.
That me that cares how I’ll get ahead
Instead of seeing who needs me
To be someone today in the way we interact.
The impact of my vote is in action.